So our house was broken into on Sunday while we were at church.

I had a meeting right after church and stayed behind while Brian and the boys went home. When they got there, the back door was wide open. He assumed that one of the boys left it open on the way to church. But when we headed upstairs he noticed that some drawers in my bookshelf were open, and in our room, my dresser drawers were all open and rifled through. Now, my house isn't the cleanest on Sunday when we leave for church, but this was for sure beyond our normal mess.
We called the police, who took pictures (at least I had vacuumed the night before) and a report. They think it sounded like a juvenille because of what was and what was not taken. My wallet, untouched. My camera, still here. The XBOX, fine. The only thing gone was a small metal lock box that we keep around and a video game. We think they were looking for money, but they came to the wrong house. :)
It will be a little wierd for a while, just feeling like you have been violated.
This was a lesson to us, NOT TO LEAVE OUR DOORS UNLOCKED. I used to lock my doors all the time, but Brian has teased me about it our whole marriage. So over the past 10 years (the big ten in January!) I have slowly relaxed about it. The back door being unlocked has been the norm. Not anymore. We are back to locking up our cars, the garage and the house always. Even when we just go out for 10 minutes.
The saddest thing is hearing Blake and Kyle say, "There was a bad guy in our house." I hope they don't get too worried. I told them that it was probably just some kid who came in. And I told them that they are more important than any material possession. Our family is safe. Stuff can be replaced.